Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

The battle between the two broke out instantly, with fists and swords interweaving, as fierce as a storm. Their strength was evenly matched, and every confrontation seemed to tremble the heaven and earth, and the air was filled with a strong bloody and murderous atmosphere.

In a short period of time, it was difficult to tell the winner, and this battle was destined to be a protracted war.

At the same time, Hun Huan's situation was not optimistic. He was besieged by Hun Wu Jue and other Hun clan masters, and was trapped in a desperate situation. Those masters either had fierce boxing skills or sharp sword skills, and every move and every style was aimed at the vital points, making it difficult for Hun Huan to resist.

Although he fought hard, he still seemed powerless and unable to escape.

The situation on the entire battlefield was still not good, and the air was filled with tension and despair. Everyone was fighting for survival, fighting for honor, and fighting for the beliefs in their hearts.

"Boy, no one can save you today!" The voice of the third chief priest was as cold as ice. He glanced at Ling Xiao indifferently, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, six Holy Sword Knights had quietly surrounded Ling Xiao. They held long swords, and the tips of their swords flashed with cold light, like six cheetahs ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

You know, these six Holy Sword Knights are all powerful people in the Condensation Realm. Although they are only low-level in the Condensation Realm, the pressure and strength of the powerful people in the Condensation Realm are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Every move and every style of theirs contains the power to destroy mountains. Even a genius like Ling Xiao needs to go all out to barely cope with any of them.

At this moment, Ling Xiao was surrounded by enemies, facing the siege of six Holy Sword Knights, his face was solemn and stern.

He knew that with his current strength, it was undoubtedly a foolish dream to want to fight against these six people at the same time. Every time he fought with the Holy Sword Knight, he felt powerless, as if a mountain was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"This time it's really troublesome." Ling Xiao sighed in his heart, with a trace of helplessness and determination in his eyes. He knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, and he had to find a way to break the deadlock.

At this moment, a roar exploded like thunder, breaking the silence of the battlefield. "As if we don't exist, right?" Along with the roar, a figure swept in like a gust of wind, it was Cheng Shifei. He had been hesitating whether to offend the Holy Hall before, but at this moment, he had made up his mind.

Cheng Shifei's eyes were full of anger and unwillingness. He couldn't stand the despicable and tyrannical behavior of the Holy Hall. They not only wanted to kill Long Yingtian, but also Ling Xiao, the future star of the Demon Zhenfu. This made him feel extremely angry and heartbroken.

"I can't let the Demon Zhenfu fall like this!" Cheng Shifei roared in his heart, and his eyes flashed with a firm light. He knew that if Long Yingtian and Ling Xiao died, there would be no hope for the Demon Zhenfu. He couldn't let this happen. He had to stand up and fight for the future of the Demon Zhenfu.

At this moment, Cheng Shifei no longer had any hesitation or fear. He only had the faith and determination to fight. He was ready to use his own strength to break the deadlock, save Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian, and protect the glory and future of the Demon-Suppressing Mansion.

Cheng Shifei was very strong. He was like an unshakable mountain. He blocked the siege of six Holy Sword Knights alone, and was not at all inferior.

His figure shuttled across the battlefield. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by a thunderous force, which resolved the offensive of the Holy Sword Knights one by one. His eyes were firm and cold, as if he had put life and death aside, just to protect the faith and glory in his heart.

On the other side, the voice of the third high priest was as cold and ruthless as ice, and his order was like the sickle of the god of death, cutting through the noise of the battlefield.

"Don't worry about the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul for now. Kill Ling Xiao first and take away the Black Sky Sword of the Demon Lord from him." This sentence was like an invisible order, causing the seven Holy Sword Knights who were originally preparing to kill the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul to quickly adjust their targets and pounce on Ling Xiao like hungry wolves.

Ling Xiao's face suddenly changed when he saw this. He knew that his strength was far different from that of these Holy Sword Knights, and he was in a desperate situation at the moment. However, he did not give up, but gritted his teeth and prepared for the upcoming life-and-death battle.

The Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul was extremely anxious when he saw this.

She wanted to stop them, but a person suddenly appeared in front of her and blocked her way. That was Hun Wuxu. His eyes were full of complex emotions, with both respect for the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul and helplessness and sighs for her actions.

"Holy Maiden, stop it. If you do this, you will only fall into a place of no return." Hun Wuxu's voice was low and powerful, full of threats and coercion.

"Traitor!" The voice of the Heavenly Soul Saint was as cold as ice. She stared at Hun Wuxu, her eyes full of anger and disappointment. She once regarded Hun Wuxu as a companion and a comrade-in-arms, but at this moment, he stood on the opposite side of her and became a lackey of the Holy Hall.

"Get out of the way quickly. I can't control you if you want to join the Holy Hall, but you can't control what I do either." The Heavenly Soul Saint's tone was full of unquestionable determination. Her words were like a sharp blade, piercing Hun Wuxu's heart.

Her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if she was ready to fight to the death with Hun Wuxu.

After saying that, the Heavenly Soul Saint controlled the Dharma Soul True Body and killed Hun Wuxu like a flash of lightning. Her figure drew a graceful arc in the air, and the Dharma Soul True Body emitted a brilliant light, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

Her fighting power was indeed stronger than Hun Wuxu, who had the treasure. For a moment, she almost choked Hun Wuxu.

Hun Wuxu's face became extremely ugly. He felt the strong pressure from the Heavenly Soul Saint, as if a mountain was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He secretly regretted in his heart, why did he choose to join the Holy Hall? But at this moment, there was no way out, he could only bite the bullet and fight.

At this moment, the three chief priests in the sky threw a bronze mirror to Hun Wuxu. The bronze mirror emitted a faint fluorescence, as if it contained some mysterious power.

"This is a good thing for your soul clan. It can increase your soul power several times and kill the Heavenly Soul Saint!" The voice of the three chief priests echoed in Hun Wuxu's ears like a demonic sound, which made him feel inexplicably excited.

Hun Wuxu caught the bronze mirror and looked at it carefully. He could feel that this bronze mirror was indeed extraordinary, and the power contained in it was enough to greatly increase his strength. He was secretly happy in his heart. With this bronze mirror, he might be able to defeat the Holy Maiden of Heavenly Soul.

"Thank you, Lord Third Priest!" Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed with surprise and excitement that were difficult to conceal.